Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

The Mentalists

Sam chuckled and nodded, "How did you know that?"

"I'm weird," I shrugged.

Sam chuckled, "Well, the first victim, Imelda Graven, was killed by her own crystal ball... Bludgeoned to death. The second victim, Grandma Goldy... She was using a spirit board with some customers when she got a planchette to the neck."

"Whoa, that sucks," I shrugged, "So, we're going, right?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I want to."

"Can, uh..." I hesitated, "Can I work the case with you?"

He stood up, "Like go to the crime scene and everything?" I nodded with a smile. He thought for a second as he walked over to his bag, "I don't see why not, but we have to grab you something to wear, and you have to let me do the talking."

I nodded eagerly, "Okay, yeah, no problem."

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After picking up a black pantsuit for me, I got dressed, and we made our way over to Grandma Goldy's house. When we walked in, we walked up to the chief of police and flashed our badges.

"Agent Mulder," Sam said and then gestured to me, "And Agent Scully... FBI."

The chief furrowed his brow at me, "Pretty young to be an agent."

Sam chuckled, "Yeah, she's in training..." He cleared his throat, "Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"

The chief nodded, and then I walked off into the room where Goldy had died. It was set up with a clothed table in the center of the room with chairs around it like she was hosting seances. Blood was sprayed across the tablecloth next to an Ouija board and some candles.

I walked around to the head chair and pulled the tablecloth back to reveal a small speaker. On the floor beneath the chair was a small box with a lever. I pushed it, and low, mumbling voices started echoing around various speakers in the room.

I shook my head, but when I moved to stand up, I noticed a button on the chair, so I pushed it. Immediately, wind started blowing the curtains on the window right next to the table.

"Wow," I scoffed. I rolled my eyes and moved to pull the tablecloth back down when I noticed a spring-loaded lever under the table. It had been perfectly placed for someone to move it with their knee. I pressed it, which made it sound like someone knocked on the table.

"Find anything?" Sam asked as he walked up to me.

I nodded and pulled the cloth back over the table, "Yeah... A lotta tricks."

Sam nodded, "I'm not surprised," He shook his head, "I don't know how some of these people can go to bed at night."

I sighed, "Yeah, some of 'em suck," I shrugged, "But at the same time, I can imagine that some of their clients do get some sort of comfort from it."

Sam scoffed, "Yeah, but taking money from people who are mourning over their loved ones?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I know, but people pay for therapy too," I shrugged, "Kinda goes along the same lines if it helps the person."

Sam thought about it for a second and nodded, "Yeah, I can see that."

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As Sam and I walked down the sidewalks, searching for somewhere to eat and discuss the case, we noticed, basically, every other shop was someone selling all different types of readings. The sidewalk had tables and chairs all along it, a bunch of people were getting tarot card readings, palm readings, and crystal ball readings. Then we finally stumbled upon a café called Good Graces, out front was a poster for the Annual Lily Dale Psychic Festival featuring Imelda Graven (Crystal Ball), Grandma Goldy (Talking Board) and Nikolai Lishin (Kinetic Mind). We entered the café to see a smiling face of a waiter, at the back was a blackboard that read, Special of the Day: You! and Soup of the Day: A State of Bliss.